[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]I'm sending my killers to the store for Patron and DanishMy nigga, my nigga, I would go get it myself, but I'm famousAnd I ain't never changing, I'm never done paying my duesMy mind frame is "I'm forever making my payments"I walk by a so called tough guy, watch him tuck his chain inNo snatching though, watch what you put my fucking name inKind of like an armless actor playing an action roleI'm out on the west copping like Axel Foley, ask the policeBut at least I'm active thoughI bought my bitch an ass then wrote it off on my taxesListed it as an independent backing like MacklemoreHalf of my clique is bastardsThe other half of my clique don't know half of the kids they havingSavage, that's average thoughLike 30k a year spent on yeastIn order to walk in the streetsIn my shoes, you're gon need Flintstone feetAnd room for baggage, and room in your NikesSo they can hypothetically tag your toeMotherfuckers can't rhyme no more about rhyme no moreCause I'm so rawWill I win? ain't an if, it's a whenKind of like asking "what time is karma gon find Solar"So tomorrow, in hindsight, if you an artist, death's near, the fans knowWhat you draw falls on deaf ears like Van GoghI chose rap glory over the stratosphereNo plaques or trophies, I already have them here(Let's go, Preem)I'm just trying to leave my mark but I've got the same backstory as a tatted tearThe kind of frame I prefer to see the world throughDon't ask me nothing about BuddenI suppose I propose to all my girls tooI'm in the Forbes in in a pearl suitBitches know the score like Sheryl SwoopesYou know they say that you dying if you ain't living goodI'm dumping a hit man's salary worth of quarters down the world's largest wishing wellWishing a nigga would(Wishing a nigga would)[Interlude]Ladies and gentlemenI think my record speaks for itself[Verse 2: Common]A rival of survival, idle movement and chatterWe was stepping in the Chi before we knew the ladderClimb up till your time's up, a daily reminderMy daily operation is to spark the populationSalutation to the nation of the Nubians and hooligansThat knew me when we was boxing niggas up in JulianThe bond that I have with the Quran and the mathSupreme talk, I'm walking a king's walkWatch it vibrate, while I take the wings offStraight out of Chitown where they get that lean offFiends cough for serum, hitters rally rally like it's DurhamYou in Illinois, we don't know what can cure 'emI'm sicker than most of them from the 'Go so the flow don't endCome get it bae like you from OaklandI'm in the building and this my grand openingI'm posturing with them niggas that were supposed to beenDoper than more pussy than fallopian[Interlude]These are the sounds of days that are passed[Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"]Kick in the door waving the .44K's in the floorboards, stays in the WaldorfI will board a jet cheap, fly to where you're sure to get deepTo show your crew my immortal techniqueI'll elaborate, sixteen pistols and extendosHidden inside three or four twelve hundred cratesIf we at war, I'll exaggerateSweep up the streets till the clique cleanShoot you while we watch the tables turn like a DWYCK sceneStreet sweeper, knock his head clean off his bodyThen keep sweeping long enough to clean off his bodyLean off the bottle then fly a nigga queen off to CaboThen have her feeding me papayas and grapes, I'm an acquired tasteIf you don't like me, acquire some tasteAnd all I talk about is murderingAll you do is test pros, I'll shoot you while you protestShout to all my brothers and my sisters out in FergusonThe police want us shotAnd you gon be the next to drop in front of that donut shop[Interlude]We record a new dimension of history[Verse 4: Royce Da 5'9"]I kicked my habits in Visvim sneakersAnd developed into the new nowWhen animal planetI got me a plaque and a Grammy while i'm going zoo nowMe still being irrelevantThen became the elephant in the room now(Is he ever gonna fall off?) NoI walk by so-called tough guyWatch him pass me nervous after I passed himHe gon' get with the street life orHe gon' turn the other cheek like a half done ass jobSitting right in front of a plastic surgeonThen I jump in the black SuburbanSnatch the curtain, wrapping your R&B act in itAfter I squeeze 21 entriesAnd it ain't no need to ask for IDsI'm certain that if you offend me then it shall get windyAnd that's right before the Mac 10 is working, clickAnd it ain't no irony in the fact that I am giving you fireAnd that fire comes after the earth when, whewPreme in his prime, I'm in my prime("You know it can never be imitated") ("Shout outs to Royce")
Songs by DJ Premier & Royce Da 5’9”
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